บท 341: 067 The End of Hell, Gate of the Nether King

"You'll understand soon enough!" the woman murmured softly, then leaned her head against Chen Hao's chest.

Chen Hao had intended to dodge just in time, but he froze instead.

The scent of the woman was all too familiar. Before this moment, there had been only one person in the world whose fragrance was so unique, and only one person whose scent Chen Hao would remember so vividly. Yet today, here in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, there was a second person carrying that scent.

In a trance, unable to help himself, Chen Hao mistook the woman before him for Ye Yuqiao once again.

When the woman leaned into his embrace, Chen Hao meant to push her away, but once again, he froze. Everything about the hug—the feeling, the posture, and the position she leaned into—was all too familiar.

Chen Hao quickly raised his hand and embraced her waist, only to find that the woman's waist and softness were exactly the same as Ye Yuqiao's.